“I hope I did not make you uncomfortable with my questions” he moved closer and put a hand on my shoulder.“n no its okay, why are you wanting t... know though, are my parents tryin’ to get you to grill me or something?”“no not that” he moved he was sitting right behind me and began rubbing my shoulders. “ and I would not spy for them even if they asked" His strong rough hands were making me feel like I could be safe in his arms. “Its just that when I was your age I had the same feelings, and I. ’ He screamed again. ‘But 40%?!? And a quarter of the concessions?!? That’s fucking highway robbery!’ ‘No, it’s not, Marty,’ Then I narrowed my eyes and made my voice hard. ‘And stop screaming at me. Now.’ He opened his mouth to scream again, then apparently changed his mind. Instead his voice took on a wheedling note. ‘Aw, come on, Shannon, don’t be like that. We’ve worked together now for 3 years. I’ve always treated you fair. I’ve got people I gotta report to, you know that, I can’t just. These movies bored the hell out of the rest of us and the living room usually cleared when he did this. He would stay up into the wee hours of the morning. In fact I don't ever recall seeing him go to bed, he was just there in the morning. If we just had to go to the bathroom it was okay because it was right next to my bedroom and daddy didn't have to be interrupted. If we were hungry or thirsty though then daddy would sometimes get annoyed, telling us to wait before coming down the hall. When. I start to suck and bite on her nipples while one hand slips between her cheeks and fingers her anus. Sally responds in kind, easing a finger into me as my erection throbs between us. I stand up, and she withdraws. I don't. Still with a finger up her ass, I walk around behind her. I lean in to her, "get on your knees" she does. "now crawl to the bed" she starts to move across the hall, still penetrated. She reaches the bed and gets her upper body on before I stop her. I tell her to turn around.